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Jan 2019
Your darkest fears
A life of regrets
A story of tears
Time never forgets

Daylight for another
While you're still dark
Emotions smother
You missed the mark

And this world turns
While desire spins
Humanity yearns
But only chance wins

Violently mixed
Beaten by life
Utterly vexed
Cut with a knife

Screaming in quiet
Grasping unknowns
Needfully silent 
Graves full of bones

Wasted by the way
Deserted roads
What can we say?
Life’s overloads

And can we make it?
Those who have lost
Ever admitting
Such a great cost

I don’t know for sure
But please still try
For hope is the cure
Before we die

2-13-18 by Kirke Wise – Darkest Fears

And so often it is with the life that you were given. In recognition of actual reality or perhaps being able to accept things as they are. This is about life's disparity. Things which I imagine that some of you may perceive in your own life. It’s about clarity. We all have one very short time to live here. So embrace it. Correct it or fix it if need be. Don’t spend your time thinking about others which may seem unbroken. Think about yourself. Because it is the short life that was given to you. Make the most of it. Just something to think about. ~ Kirke
This poem was originally posted on our Watershed Journal magazine page.
Written by
Kirke Wise  53/M
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